The cowboy roughly grabbed the red cape of the man beside him, only just managing to pull him out of the way of the swarm of quick moving, dark-cloaked men sporting light-sabers.

"Watch it, Krypto," Dean said. Castiel tilted his head at the Winchester.

"Krypto was…never mind, just watch where you're going, ok?"

Dean thoughtlessly tugged a few wrinkles out of Castiel's cape, earning several knowing glances and shared giggles from the gaggle of Gryffindor girls passing by.

Castiel, for the utmost time, looked down at the large red S adorning the blue material that stretched tightly across his chest, and took on a consternated expression.

"Dean, I feel foolish in this disguise," he said. Dean grunted in reply.

"Well, one of needs to get into the DC section unnoticed, and no way you could pull off Batman."

"You could have worn this 'Superman costume,'" Castiel continued, saying the last words carefully, obviously still not entirely sure what they meant. Dean frowned.

"No, because we also need to get into the Space-Western section, and I already had the clothes," he said patiently. Dean suddenly became serious, putting a hand on Castiel's shoulder and nodding discreetly toward a group of armored women.

"Those could be our girls," Dean said. Castiel squinted at them.

"You are certain that a tribe of amazons would choose such a public rendezvous location?" Castiel asked. Dean nodded.

"It's genius, really. An unlimited supply of desperate men, and enough people to make a murder hard to follow."

Dean fixed his eyes on Castiel's, grabbing the angel's shoulder for emphasis.

"Don't sleep with any of these chicks. They reproduce like rabbits on steroids, and the last thing we need is a little angel-amazon bastard running around trying to kill you."

Castiel regarded Dean seriously.

"But I'm sleeping with you," he said, frown deepening. Dean spluttered wordlessly in reply.

"Cas, we are not sleeping together!" Dean hissed after a moment, eyes wide and face red.

"But we share a hotel room," Castiel said, obviously confused.

Dean ran a hand tiredly over his eyes.

"Ok. What I meant is, don't have sex with any of the Amazonians. Kapeesh?"

"Oh," Castiel replied. Dean pulled out his phone and regarded it for a moment.

"We should call Sam and Charlie and let them know we have a lead," Dean muttered. He glanced over to where the group of women had previously been, and made an irritated sound.

"Son of a bitch, where did they go?" Dean said. At that moment, his phone began to ring in his hand, and Dean hastened to answer.

"What have you got?" he said.

"We're over at the Harry Potter panel," Sam said. Dean rolled his eyes at Castiel. "We were going to head over to Marvel in a few minutes. Anything on your end?"

"Yeah, maybe," Dean said. "We'll let you know. Hey, keep an eye on Charlie. It would be just like her to wander off in this place."

"Right. Bye."

Dean snapped his phone shut, and turned to meet Castiel's questioning gaze.

"Ok, Cas, we just have to focus and keep our eyes peeled for-" Dean stopped mid-sentence, having become fascinated with something off to Castiel's left. Castiel turned and squinted, attempting to identify whatever held the other man's interest so raptly. Dean walked over to one of the nearer booths, grinning like an idiot.

"No way," he said joyously "Man, Cas, look at this! These were my favorite comic books when I was a kid!"

Dean held up a slim dark book with the title Hellboy above a drawing of a red demonic creature. Castiel's eyes narrowed even more.

"A book about demons, Dean?" Castiel said disdainfully.

"Not really. It's about this dude who's like the prince of hell or whatever, who breaks away from the shitty destiny that was all planned for him, and goes around kicking monster ass. It's awesome," Dean concluded. Castiel leaned an arm on the table, and Dean thoughtlessly covered the angel's hand with his own, not even glancing away from the book he had picked up. The girl selling the books beamed at them.

"Mike Mignola is on a panel tomorrow. I bet if you brought that he's sign it," she said cheerfully. Dean grinned first at the girl, then at the book, and finally at the angel beside him.

"A graphic novel about a creature breaking his bonds and embracing free will," Castiel said with a little smile.

"I can see why you would be interested in that."

Dean squeezed his hand and turned, smiling, to the girl to ask her more about tomorrow.

Just then, Two Starfleet cadets walked by the booth, pausing to give Dean and Castiel smiles and appreciative looks, which were completely ignored. After a moment, the taller of the women frowned and shook her head.

"I don't think so. These are not fit breeding grounds," She said quietly to her Amazon sister, who was gazing distractedly at the Superman-lookalike. The taller woman sighed.

"There are few suitable men here to begin with. And of those few they all appear to be unquestionably gay."